CHAPTER 4:
James woke up utterly exhausted. He had hardly slept, even after Fiona had stopped talking. The jet lag was seriously messing him up. He looked at his watch. England time was five in the morning which meant Dominican Republic time was midnight. James rubbed his eyes and reached over for his cell phone. He had 2 new texts. One was from Jen.
I don't know if you can't sleep either so I'm texting you. Look, I'm sorry about yesterday, it's just…it's difficult to explain how I feel. But I'll be over some time soon.
Love, Jen.
James smiled. At least now she was coming around and wasn't so upset. James then looked at his other text. It was from a number he didn't recognise. He opened the text.
James, we know we made a mistake as to who you and Mui were, but we know you're still alive. Better run, boy.
James frowned. He saved the number for Fiona to check into later. He turned off his phone, in case they might be tracking him, whoever 'they' were. He was freaked out and he desperately wanted to be with the woman he loved. He got up as quietly as he could, gathered his one duffle bag that had his important things in it and left a note saying he'd gone to Jen's.
When James arrived at her apartment, it was around 5:30AM. He hoped she would be awake still. He knocked, and when he got no reply, he took out the key she had given him two weeks before the wedding. He unlocked the door and allowed himself inside. The lights were off and it seemed far too quiet. He locked the door behind him and set down his belongings. He hurried off to her bedroom. He knocked again.
"Jen?" He whispered.
"Mmm? James?" She called out from behind the door. James let himself in. Jen sat up in bed and yawned. "Since when did you get here? I thought I was coming over to Cooper's later."
"Things have um…changed." James said, pulling his phone out of his pocket. He turned it on and got into bed beside Jen. He showed her the text. Jen didn't know what to think of it.
"Someone is still out to get me. I think Dane had just been a puppet. Trying to do the work that his boss sent him to do anyway possible. I think, after I came back from Korea, Marcus had tried to pick up our relationship and then kill me when I least expected it. Then when I told him no, he went to his little friends in the Russian mafia, who sent him Labuzov. Then, the day that happened, the sick bastard ran over to check what was going on. When Vlad saw that Marcus was there, I believe he purposely jumped out the window so he wouldn't be killed by Marcus later on for failing to kill me. And then after that, Marcus went back to the mob. That's when Fiona found out, and shot the bastard. I think one of those mob guys must have been Marcus' good friend, who's out to get not only me, but my husband as well."
"I think so too. I think you're right. I'll get this number to Fiona later and we'll start digging for names later. But, we're safe for now. I double locked the door."
"Oh James, I'm worried."
"Jen? You worried makes me very worried." James whispered, taking Jen's hand.
"Well…James…I need to uh…tell you something." Jen looked at James in all seriousness. James stared back blankly. He could not fathom what she needed to tell him so seriously. Jennifer slowly moved closer to James. She moved his hand over her stomach and held it there. James suddenly realised what she meant, even before she said it.
"James, I'm pregnant."